Showing posts with label stuff. Show all posts
Showing posts with label stuff. Show all posts

Sunday, November 06, 2011

My hiding skills are enviable.

This really isn't about Halloween. 

Or poop. 

OK, maybe it is a little bit about Halloween. 

But just the candy. 

We like candy in the MNT family. We really do. But not a one of us really needs candy. Nope.

So after the big night, we put the candy away and the boys can earn a couple pieces of candy after dinner if they have exhibited good behavior. 

The reality is that after a few nights of this they tend to forget the candy exists. Or, Noah has a few days of bad behavior and he doesn't get any, so the cycle is broken. And the candy stays put away either until Rich eats it or throws it away (after he has eaten all the good stuff). I just eat the Snickers.

Actually, not just put away, but hidden. Because they are kids, and when it comes to candy they can't be trusted. Hell, when it comes to candy, I can't be trusted. I can't be trusted with cake or cookies either, just FYI.

So the night of Halloween I hid it in our bedroom closet. I figured if Noah was going to go on a candy hunt the next morning I would be most likely to hear him if it was in my room. 

It worked, he didn't find it. In fact, it worked so well, that the next night when Rich looked at me and said let's check out the kids Halloween candy, I had to tell him we couldn't get it because I hid it in the bedroom. The bedroom where Kiel still sleeps (shut up!) and was wide awake!

So the next night the boys both earned their two pieces. I managed to uncover the candy without them seeing me, and they chose their little wrapped pieces of chocolate crack, and devoured them.

The bag ended up sitting on the dining room table until the next day. I noticed it about 30 minutes before Noah came home from school, so I went to hide it again, but thought "this time, I'm going to be smart, I won't hide it in the bedroom, I'll hide it so we can still get to it."

I looked around the dining room and saw the perfect place. The cupboard at the bottom of our china cabinet. The boys never go in there.

So I opened the door to the cabinet. And guess what I found? 

Yup, last years Halloween candy!

So much wasted chocolate. 

It makes us all a little sad.
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Monday, July 21, 2008

Baby got diaper

No movie Monday this week. Sorry. Just not enough time to put one together. But, in its place I have this picture, that I took at the mall yesterday. Unfortunately, I wasn't that close when I took it on my phone, but hopefully you can get the idea.


See the little boy? See his diaper? See what's below? His pants, yes. But what is even harder to see is that his pants have a belt, and they are deliberately situated low on his hips gangsta style (is that the right term? Shit, I'm so not in touch with the current lingo.). To show off his diaper!

Can't make this shit up people!

Edited to add: I need to make it clear guys, this was done to this poor child on purpose!!!! This was not a case of pants not fitting right, his parents gave him this look ON PURPOSE! I saw him several times over the course of about an hour and he was like this every time. Truly unbelievable!

Sunday, July 20, 2008

data art

I found the link to this at Magpie Musing today. So I ran Mommy Needs Therapy through it and this is what appeared.




What do the colors mean?
blue: for links (the A tag)
red: for tables (TABLE, TR and TD tags)
green: for the DIV tag
violet: for images (the IMG tag)
yellow: for forms (FORM, INPUT, TEXTAREA, SELECT and OPTION tags)
orange: for linebreaks and blockquotes (BR, P, and BLOCKQUOTE tags)
black: the HTML tag, the root node
gray: all other tags



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Monday, July 02, 2007

Should I think this is funny?

Last night Amazing Daddy dragged out a giant bean bag chair and small trampoline from the basement and left them outside for the trash gods.

They were gone this morning before we woke up. And before the trash gods were awake.

Did I mention that they were soaked in cat urine?

Wonder how long it will take the new owners to figure that out.

Oh god, I hope they don't remember what house they took them from.


New post soon on last weeks level II ultrasound.

Monday, December 12, 2005

Just call me Auntie

I just found out my best friend is pregnant. Yeah! I wish her a healthy, happy pregnancy!

I can't wait to be an Auntie!

Tuesday, September 06, 2005

There really aren't words to describe the disgust, just my honest thoughts.

I've been silent since last week, since Katrina. I think many who blog can understand this silence, and perhaps have found it difficult themselves to find the right words.

I'm a novice blogger. I'm not a great writer. My grammar is lacking. I'm not smooth and witty as I write. I don't paint word pictures. I'm not politically savvy. I'm not a great humanitarian.

However, I am a mother. I am a compassionate person. I think I am a person of reason. I can find no "reason" for this disaster. No explanation for the disgraceful response our government and our "leaders" have shown in its wake.

I feel helpless, and in part I feel helpless because I am a mother. If I did not have a child I would have headed for the Gulf Coast last week, hand in hand with my husband. As health care professionals we would be able to help. As a woman and mother, I would be able to lead! I know...I know...it is easy to say that, especially since as a mother, I can not find it in me to leave my child, a child who already deals with reactive attachment disorder as a result of his early life in an orphanage.

I watched TV with growing frustration last week. Unable to understand why someone did not take control! We see now that there were individuals that did take control and were able to make a difference. Yet it continues to confound me that no one from our government was able to do that. Again and again we see and hear how the people of the Gulf Coast were failed by their government.

Yet at the same time as I hear these accusations, and watch the finger pointing, I can't help but think that each "individual" in the government must have been doing what he or she thought was right. But again, I wonder why someone with the power didn't just say "get those people some help damnit, and do it NOW!"

I do believe, that despite the disgust we feel at our "leaders," we need to move beyond it now and deal with the problem at hand. But do not let us forget this experience. We must make sure we learn from it. Our "leaders" must make sure they learn from it.

I feel guilty as I sit on my comfortable couch and watch a scene on TV that I can not relate to. I can not even begin to imagine what those people are going through. The closest I can come is the times I spent my spring break in college working on Appalachian Service Projects. That's about the roughest I've had it. A nice middle class, liberal arts college kid, roughing it for a week in sleeping bags in a barn, or church rec room, with limited bathroom facilities. Shocked by the conditions of the families we were helping. Thinking we had done such a wonderful thing, taking one week out of our privileged lives.

And as I sit here thinking, I realize that not only is the fact that the response to this disaster was disgraceful, we now are forced to look at the class distinctions so many of us like to ignore. There is, and probably will continue to be, debate over whether this was a "race" issue, or a "class" issue. I believe it is both, but more so, it highlites that all to often, class and race are intertwined in our society. Do any of us sitting so comfortably in our safe, dry homes, find it easy to look at and listen to what we are told are the majority of the survivors? Yes we hurt for them, we hurt for their loss of homes, and families, of any security they may have had. But is it also because they "sound" different from us, appear to be uneducated, poor, perhaps in our minds lazy, or helpless. We all have pictures in our minds of what that part of "society" looks like. How many of us have stepped around a homeless man in a doorway or alley? Looked right through a woman in the subway begging for money? Will this finally make us look clearly at the structure of our society? Will we finally do something?

As we all said we will never forget, after September 11, 2001. We must not forget Hurricane Katrina. We must learn from this disaster, make sure we are prepared for another, be it natural or not. But, we must also all take a hard look at all levels of society and DO SOMETHING about it.

These are my opinions. As I said, I feel helpless, yet am unwilling to sacrifice my family to physically go there and help. We have donated to several charities and will continue to help monetarily as we can. I hold my son and husband closer to me and remind myself to appreciate what I have.

Wednesday, August 17, 2005

Doin' the dragon

On Laurie Berkners "Under a Shady Tree" CD there is a song called Do the Dragon. Oh..haven't heard of Laurie Berkner? No, I don't imagine you would if you don't have kids under the age of 5.

Anyway...Do the Dragon is one of my faves of the CD. Mostly because I like the UHHH part of the "1...2...3...4...UHHHH...here we go" line. Apparently the dragon likes me too, because he has taken up residence in my esophagus. And he's gotta fire in his mouth.

I'm actually semi-miserable. Enough so that I called and made a doctor appointment for myself. I tend not to make appointments for myself for a couple reasons. One, I spend so much time taking The Boy to all his appointments I can't fathom another minute in a waiting room. Two, I have to take time off work to do it if I want to be seen without TB throwing a temper tantrum in the middle of my discussion with the doctor. But mostly...because then I might have to actually have a conversation about my weight problem and issues with exercise (as in...I don't like to do it).